If I don’t recognize it, haven’t used it, or remember why I bought it…I trashed it. I unsubscribed from everything. I didn’t even do a change of address, I simply cancelled everything and went paperless.
And at the zero hour, while the airport cab idled, Darlene cancelled my cell phone subscriptions with one powerful blow of her hammer, a tool she uses like a leatherman, an all-in-one which I bought her when her rock wore out.
To the airport. The international terminal, please.